Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What the hell, Kersh?

I'd like to join your practice.

I'm sorry, Cotton Candy Man,

Look at this little angel. I may never go back to work.

- But 25 grams would kill me. - I know.

and have a private practice doctor die due to his own idiocy,

Well, I would, but I don't know how much you like Kim.

From now on, you're the doctor.

I'm gonna be right, but he's gonna die. It'll be a hollow victory.

You know what? I'll take one of those.

You're Bob Kelso. Just grab me and run.

but now I'm with someone more age-appropriate

You know, like if you left Brad Pitt out in the sun forever.

You could still work out of this hospital.

Yeah, but then I'd have to give the money back to all the others.

So, Rajesh isn't one of those cool, black-only names like, "Anfernee"?

Maybe that wasn't just a rash on Cotton Candy Man.

Aren't we sharing fantastic lies